are tears worth crying in heaven? (A.Melleby, 04.17.14)
don´t bring me down
I can do that perfectly well
on my own
what´s everything to me
means nothing to you
just like your beloved hometown
is Nothingville to me
opposites
do not always attract
differences are there
not always to be met
but left behind
life goes on
gunshots
rang out in the night
was I the bullet
or the one left behind
a heart bleeding dry
drowning in a sea of blood
a sea of hate
beacause of love
makes no sense
either way
in the aftermath
of the shot that rang out
and the echoe silenced down
my insecurity got my heart to a stop
was I the victim or the bullet
I do not know
are tears worth crying in heaven?
or is it too late
